Sold to a Dead Man, I Became a Billionaire's Heiress

Chapter 3

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nes in a dark hood and silver mask, her steps silent on the damp grass. This

dden under a specific tombstone. It containe

nder the second, and paused to count the rhythm o

ouched to retrieve the drive, she heard a suppr

he slipped behind a large ange

e wore an expensive custom-tailored suit, but his shi

ette, the ember flaring in the dark, illumina

hrough the darkness, followed by the sound of frant

rupting her mission. She had intende

ed up. His eyes found her-not the statue, bu

react, but her fingers curled against the s

, not quite a smile. T

cking her. He grabbed her from behind the statue, wrapped an arm around

second when they saw Av

and too close. She could feel his heartbeat, smel

ear, his voice low and rough. "Be a doll

he pulled the knife from her boot a

, avoiding the blade while using his superior streng

lready surrounded

nd decision. She stopped fighting the man, dropped her body in an impossibly flexi

sound exploded, and the pursuer

p. Taking charge, she grabbed his arm and sprinted through

abandoned family cry

e small, enclosed space. The

blood loss, but his eyes, fixed on Ava, wer

with him. "You're on your own.

go, but he gra

y pulled her back. His other hand moved fa

are, beautiful face, and her striking ice

, then the smile on his lips deepened. "So

the edge of the crypt wa

kbook and a Montblanc pen from his inner suit pocket, scribb

he entire cemetery-and her expression did

id coldly. She bent down, picked

esigned cufflink on his suit sleeve. Before he could react, she reache

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“For ten years, the Shaw family mansion was nothing but a cold prison for their adopted daughter, Ava Mckenzie. The illusion of family shattered completely when her adoptive father slammed a contract on the table, ordering her to marry a dead man just to secure a five-million-dollar investment for his failing company. At that exact moment, Ava looked out the window to see her fiancé passionately kissing her stepsister in a parked car. Megan strutted inside moments later, flaunting Ava's stolen diamond ring and mocking her "dirt-poor" biological roots. Her adoptive mother sneered, threatening to throw Ava out on the streets if she didn't agree to the posthumous marriage to repay her debt for being raised. They surrounded her like vultures, waiting for her to break down, cry, and submit to being sold off to a ghost. Looking at their greedy, expectant faces, Ava's ice-blue eyes held no tears, only a chilling emptiness. She had spent a decade being their obedient, invisible shadow, enduring their endless abuse. Did they really think she would just let them destroy her future for a dead man's money? Instead of begging, Ava stood up and delivered a crisp, echoing slap across Megan's smug face. "I'll sign it. But tomorrow, we officially terminate my adoption." Leaving her stunned abusers behind, she packed her single worn-out suitcase, walked out the door without a backward glance, and pulled out a heavily encrypted phone to track down her real bloodline-completely unaware that seven powerful billionaire brothers in Manhattan were already tearing the city apart to bring her home.”